
The first thing I do when I wake up hungover as Ernest Hemingway probably started every day (or William Holden, for that matter) is worry about the kids. These are kids, I must remind you, that I resurrected from seed packets! They would not have had life had I not planted them in Miracle-Gro. Hmm, I'm getting into the abortion-debate territory here . . . would I have been a criminal for NOT planting them? But I digress.
Thank GOD nature is watering them, but they simply love being here. I wish I had that National Geographic fast-mo camera so I could see them following the sun, I really do.
It's very too bad that they will be part of dinner in the near future, because who in God's universe plots eating their own children?

I spend hours admiring my little potted darlings in my tiny apt. balcony in RI. I look forward to fawning over similar dears in Montreal shortly.
ReplyDeleteI know. I used to live in a house where there was a back yard and I could grow corn and all sorts of things but an apartment definitely kills the "large vegetable" option. Oh well. I'll live with my tiny darlings who wave at me each day.
ReplyDeleteAnd then I'll eat them.
Just do not forget to water those babies daily when the temperature cranks up to 33C!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd your dill is beautiful. If the aphids find it, get some ladybugs.
Yes, Knat, I watch them like a hawk! Luckily, the constant recent rain precludes me having to water them. But I know the temp is going to soar -- it's just a matter of time.
ReplyDeleteThey're my children! I eat my children! I will keep you posted.